the pain of love
i cannot stop this feeling
a heart fluttered to and fro
is this love or lust so thrilling
only time shall show
i try to stop the rising
of this pain that feels so good
this hurt that is so pleasing
oh how i wish i could
it seems that only yesterday
i was young and free
to run, and jump, and skip, and play
with bandaids on my knees
what goes up must come down; as sure as this shall end
but must i be six feet under till i can rest agian
Shaina Nichole Johns
Copyright ©2008 Shaina Nichole Johns
a heart fluttered to and fro
is this love or lust so thrilling
only time shall show
i try to stop the rising
of this pain that feels so good
this hurt that is so pleasing
oh how i wish i could
it seems that only yesterday
i was young and free
to run, and jump, and skip, and play
with bandaids on my knees
what goes up must come down; as sure as this shall end
but must i be six feet under till i can rest agian
Shaina Nichole Johns
Copyright ©2008 Shaina Nichole Johns
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